Time for a book review! I wrote this yesterday and then totally forgot to post it. :D
Pale Fire was recommended to me because of Nameless. I chose a waxwing as the "magic bird" in the story because it was native to Illinois and has a lovely, faciful name, but a couple of people asked me if I took it from Pale Fire, which I'd never read.
I was the shadow of the Waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff -- and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
-- lines 1-4
Pale Fire is a metanovel of sorts -- the axis of the story is the poem, also titled Pale Fire, that the fictional John Shade wrote in the month before his death. The poem is reproduced in full, but the body of the novel is the preface and annotation by "Charles Kinbote", who obviously tricked Shade's widow into signing over to him the sole right to edit and publish the poem.
( That's where it gets weird... )
Final Verdict: I kind of wish I'd just read the poem. I like the poem! I'd like to have a bound copy of the poem without the annotation, really.
And I thought for Poetry Month today I would share one of John Shade's poems:
Mountain View
Between the mountain and the eye
The spirit of the distance draws
A veil of blue amorous gauze,
The very texture of the sky.
A breeze reaches the pines, and I
Join in the general applause.
But we all know it cannot last,
The mountain is too weak to wait --
Even if reproduced and glassed
In me as in a paperweight.
Pale Fire was recommended to me because of Nameless. I chose a waxwing as the "magic bird" in the story because it was native to Illinois and has a lovely, faciful name, but a couple of people asked me if I took it from Pale Fire, which I'd never read.
I was the shadow of the Waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff -- and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
-- lines 1-4
Pale Fire is a metanovel of sorts -- the axis of the story is the poem, also titled Pale Fire, that the fictional John Shade wrote in the month before his death. The poem is reproduced in full, but the body of the novel is the preface and annotation by "Charles Kinbote", who obviously tricked Shade's widow into signing over to him the sole right to edit and publish the poem.
( That's where it gets weird... )
Final Verdict: I kind of wish I'd just read the poem. I like the poem! I'd like to have a bound copy of the poem without the annotation, really.
And I thought for Poetry Month today I would share one of John Shade's poems:
Mountain View
Between the mountain and the eye
The spirit of the distance draws
A veil of blue amorous gauze,
The very texture of the sky.
A breeze reaches the pines, and I
Join in the general applause.
But we all know it cannot last,
The mountain is too weak to wait --
Even if reproduced and glassed
In me as in a paperweight.